22
CLINT
I dropped to my knees in the snow as Boyd’s truck departed with my mate and pup.
I would’ve called out to her, but I had no air left in my lungs. She’d taken it all with her.
The look on her face.
Fuck.
Tipping my chin back, I looked up at the black night and bellowed. I might have ripped the throat out of Donald, but my mate had ripped my heart from my chest.
I would never forget that look as long as I lived.
Pale. Sickened. Unbelievably hurt.
I couldn’t have f****d this up worse. I’d just killed a man in front of her. No, I’d killed a wolf. The first time she saw my wolf, and it was in a fight to the death.
I’d always known my job as council executioner would end my life early. I just hadn’t known it would be from heartbreak.
Losing a mate I’d never believed I could h
